On our recent voyage around parts of Germany, Austria, Switzerland & Liechtenstein, K & I were quite pleased at the ease with which we negotiated rail travel. Everything was timely and spacious, and for the most part well connected (excepting
Cultural assimilation. It’s the way forward. (Which way is forward?)
Having lived here in London for over 4 years now I think I’ve gotten used to many of the local customs & behaviours, and to some extent modified my ludicrous Australian behaviour patterns to fit more closely with some of
And the crowd cheered! (cheer) And the crowd roared! (roar) Etc.
Ovation (from The Free Dictionary) Enthusiastic, prolonged applause. A show of public homage or welcome. An ancient Roman victory ceremony of somewhat less importance than a triumph. Last week, thanks to the eagle-eyed efforts of Paul the Dodgy Aussie, I
Dirty…. dirty…
OK, so in an alleged “story” this week (i.e. it’s not proper news, but it’s probably more interesting than hearing about the bloody credit crunch again), London saw the results of the Dirty Hands Study – conducted as part of
Rummaging time again
Upon walking back from lunch the other day, I noticed that the building across the road from our office had a “For Sale” sign tacked out the front of it, and so taking heed of the only instinct I seem
I find your lack of spuds disturbing
Recently-ish, in the habit I’ve grown accustomed to now, I had a birthday. This temporal landmark doesn’t always seem to inspire a massive shower of gifts in the way that one quietly hopes it will, however I do from time
Est le discours du chauffeur de taxi composé de merde?
This evening I had my usual free-ranging type of conversation with a cab driver whose cab I happened to be in the back of, and he mentioned his surprise that more people in London don’t just start talking to each
Marinade (not for the squeamish)
For reasons just beyond my understanding the room cleaners in my Paris hotel yesterday made off with the remaining pair of fresh boxer shorts I had for the weekend. Of course I didn’t notice this until 5:50 this morning when
The most intellectual publication ever publicated
Since I was about 14 I’ve been a keen reader of the English comic/magazine Viz. It’s not the type of journal anyone’s ever going to claim is educational or informative, but it is definitely bloody silly, and that’s perfectly good
[Tap, tap, tap…] Is this thing on?
That poor monkey must be knackered! Ahem, yes, well anyway… here we are again. I must confess, I didn’t expect the “maintenance” to take six months, and to be perfectly honest what has taken place wouldn’t really be accurately summed